RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Forlorn Families - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Walking along walls, looking down into pits of city dwellers, seeing their vacant stares as they travel down paths of homelessness.Wasting away on city streets, in front of highrise buildings full of wealth and absolutely no generosity.Families torn apart and scattered to winds of fate, no respite in sight.Likelihood of ever having homes or three square meals a day is highly unlikely.Yet, owners of businesses and politicians can care less as they travel in private jets and scurry away to resorts all over the world, spending tax payers hard-earned money, their version of welfare.